We often have to catch ambiguous expressions with dirty hands Secrets hold no bounds, or so I've been informed There are more skeletons in the closets that hold my clothes Until you wake up, you will be brilliant I am living in your trust, but I'm just a visitor We stare at illusions of ourselves with disillusion Sometimes all you need is faith Sometimes all you need is fake Every heart knows the idea of hope Inside each of us is an innocence that's grown Press on weak heart, press on We know pain. We know hate. There is this sentimental feeling that this is just getting started I've been known to be at war with myself I want you to know friends don't steal the show Disguising the cloak with weak hands we hold Certain lines we formed, farewells not our own I want you to know Friends don't steal the show